User blog comment:Bartholomew Billberry Bowstring/Sharpe's Highwaybeasts/@comment-32303-20121114124054/@comment-25220117-20121118172338

The steady symphony of the heaving waves crashing against the tideline mingled with the savage cries of seagulls as they scavenged and fought amongst the sands as the beach soon appeared, a light fog clouding the land into a gray, gloomy haze. The seas seemed to get closer and closer to her, as if beckoning to the otter, while the light sea gale whispered its welcome to her, like an old friend, gently ruffling her fur. ''This is where your ancestors originate. Welcome home...''